Page 25 of Fated to the Hunter
She’d said she was not looking for a relationship. She didn’t want a mate. And neither had I. But her body betrayed her. She had needs, needs I awakened, needs I could satisfy. She might not want forever, but she wanted me. Right now. And I was more than willing to give her everything.
Suddenly, the ceiling panel in the sleeping nook lit up at full brightness, making me squint.
“Aah! What the hell?” Kiera shifted, flinging an arm over her face to shield her eyes.
I reached over her to the control panel and adjusted the illumination to an acceptable level. “I apologize. My shuttle has never done that before.”
“Oh!” Her focus wasn’t on my shuttle or the lights, but on me.
In my haste, I’d forgotten the state of my arousal. My cock brushed up against her belly, hard and heavy. Lust thickenedthe air between us, and I was hyper aware of all the places we touched. My leg was on hers. My cock pressed against her belly. My lips were just inches from hers.
I froze, unable to move. “I wish to kiss you again.”
“So why don’t you?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
“Because once I start, I won’t stop. You do not wish for a mate, nor do I. But you are in need. I can smell it.”
“You are in need, too.” She bit her bottom lip, then shifted, bumping up purposefully against my length. “I can feel it.”
“I can help you. And you can help me. No bonding. Just pleasure.”
I immediately felt guilty for saying it because the truth was, I wanted to claim her right now, drive into her and make her mine, fuck her until she craved no other. Universe be damned, what I’d thought I wanted before.
“I’d like that.”
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and the predator in me zeroed in on the movement.
“This is a dangerous mission,” she continued. “We should live each day like it could be our last.” A sly, playful look crossed her face. “You know, take life by the horns?” Her eyes drifted up to my horns.
She reached up and dragged her nails softly at the base where my horns joined to my temples. I groaned.
Built to withstand concussive impacts, our horns were meant for battle, but with the right touch, they became something else entirely. Erotic. Sensitive. Her gentle caress sent a jolt straight to my cock. I shuddered, the image of her gripping my horns while I feasted between her thighs flooding my mind.
Her tongue darted out again to wet her lip, and this time I didn’t resist. I bent my head to capture it.
The energy screen behind us vanished in a flash, and we were dumped unceremoniously out of the sleeping nook. Kiera shrieked as we fell. Not wanting to crush her, I twisted midair, doing everything I could not to crush her beneath me, only to slam shoulder-first into the newly installed passenger seat.
“Fuck!” I roared.
What was happening with my shuttle? I was certain we hadn’t touched the panel.
“Are you okay?” Kiera leaned over me, concern on her face.
I glanced down at my still half-erect cock, straining against the confines of my loincloth. I was fine. My cock, however, was not. I let out a low, frustrated snarl. Of all the times for the privacy screen to malfunction!
Kiera followed my gaze and chuckled softly. “Beds are overrated anyway. Let me help you with that.”
She reached for the fastening of my loincloth. I reached for her, my hand curling around her wrist, holding her still.
“If you touch me right now,” I growled, “I won’t be able to stop.”
Her eyes met mine, steady and unflinching. “Then don’t.” There was no fear of me and our differences at all, only desire.
She made quick work of my loincloth, even as I adjusted our positions so that I was on my back and she straddled one of my thighs.
“Ooh,” she gasped, reaching for my cock as it sprang free from its leather prison. Biting her bottom lip in concentration, she wrapped both hands around my length.
We were differently shaped from her kind. Xarc’n cocks had three sections, each one flaring out into a hard swelling before dipping back in to start the next, instead of the mostly uniform width of her species. But there was no surprise on her face. Had she touched another hunter before? That irrational and hollow feeling I’d felt when she’d spoken to that nomad surfaced again. I wanted her to be mine and no one else’s.
